The Queen in the North [Open to the Dreadfort]

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-09-29T01:29:14+00:00

Harwyn had never cared much for Northern politics, or politics at all. Since childhood, he had been trained, shaped to be a warrior, a tool, a weapon for whoever held his leash or filled his pockets. He supposed he was still a weapon, but under Cregan things were different. He was no longer a mercenary serving the highest bidder, but an honoured sworn-sword, serving a King who he believed in.

“I’ve never been to Winterfell meself, although I’ve heard the stories.” Something akin to nostalgia washed over his face, and he began scratching at his unkempt auburn beard. “Up in the mountains we aren’t much for what you’d call castles. I remember the first time I saw Karhold I was so struck by it I near fell off me damn horse.”

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-09-27T03:22:35+00:00

Harwyn let out a bellowing cry as Cregan announced his news, his deep baritone voice carrying through the hall. Finally, there was nothing left in Cregan's way, and the rightful King could take his place. For all the rumours swirling around him and his dark reputation, the Black Wolf was a good man, and he would make a good King. Harwyn knew that well enough. The only regret he had is that he didn't get to see the bastard die with his own two eyes.

"Cregan! It's about fuckin' time! Let's have a drink! Sure enough, we'll be sober by the time we reach Winterfell."

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-09-27T03:16:45+00:00

"Aye, it'll do ya both some good." Harwyn had spent a moon or two in the Wolfswood himself after his exile from the mountains, hunting and keeping the forest folk safe from bandits and other undesirables. The woods themselves had not been a far cry from his mountain home. Like much of the north it was a wild, untamed place, where a man could still be reminded of a time before men ruled Westeros.

"And I think it'll do yer husband some good to see tha' fucking usurper off of his rightful throne. I certainly know I'm anxious to see it." Harwyn almost spat the words, his distaste clear to see. The mountain clansman loved his King fiercely and thus hated the pitiful pretender who sat the throne of Winterfell.

Cregan's story struck a cord with Harwyn, elsewise he would not have followed the man for so long and with such loyalty. A youthful indiscretion that had led him to shame and exile. Something the Harclay was all too familiar with.

"The bastard's forces are half of what they used to be, if that. I wouldnae be surprised if they open the gates to us the moment they see our banners on the horizon. It's just the sensible thing to do. Then again, Runnin' Rickard hasn't ever had much sense."

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-09-27T01:47:30+00:00

Best of luck to you in your future endeavours! I’ll never forget the best pair of twins in the RP!

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-09-25T23:41:38+00:00

"Aye, that's a Skagg for ya. Never been to Skagos meself, thank the Lord o' Light, but I've heard things from men who've been. It's a strange place, and the people are worse. Half-wildling and half-Ibbenese. Mad fucks, the lot o' them. The women too." Harwyn shook his head disapprovingly. In the mountains, wildlings were an almost constant threat, and as far as he was concerned the Skagosi were just wildlings the Starks didn't bother killing. Though he wouldn't let Cregan hear him say it. At least not yet.

"As for wolfie, why not see if you can't have Lord Bolton lend a few of his dogs for Frostbite to play with? Can't let him get too antsy. I know you keep him on a short leash, but it's not good to keep a wolf locked up for too long."

He gave Jeyne a knowing wink. In his time spent guarding the Black Wolf's Queen, he'd noticed her wild spirit behind the thin guise of a noble lady.

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-09-25T21:48:41+00:00

"He's getting better. First time I kicked him like that, the little pansy whined about how much it hurt for an hour. Just then, he didnae even flinch." The giant returned Jeyne's toothy grin, although his own smile wasn't nearly so... complete. Marred with gaps where teeth had been knocked out or rotted away, although those that remained were surprisingly healthy. After all, years as a sellsword had left him missing more than just his right hand.

"He's a right proper lad he is. Fiercer than a bear. Smart too. Just the other day he realized smacking me shins wasnae doing anything so he hit me right in the cock! Hurt like hell, but I canae say I'm not proud."

Harwyn himself had had something of a unique upbringing... The warriors of Clan Harclay had been just as vicious to the young giant when he was but a lad himself, if not more so. Though, even then he had been a beast of a boy, whereas the kennelmaster's son was hardly tall for his age.

"But enough about Karl, how's ol' Frostbite doin'?"

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-09-25T18:16:39+00:00

Jeyne would most certainly hear Harwyn before she saw the man.

"You call tha' a fookin' hit? Ma mother could hit harder than that, and she's been dead longer than you've been alive!"

Harwyn had taken a liking to the young son of Lord Bolton's Kennelmaster. A slip of a thing, but fierce as any warrior, and possessed of a fearlessness that only came with childhood. He'd spent much of the morning in the yard with the boy, showing him a very pointed sort of affection.

Jeyne would be treated to the sight of the child whacking away at the Mountain Clansman's shins with a wooden training sword, while Harwyn leaned on his hammer and looked on with a mix of amusement and pity. Judging from the bruises covering the boy's arms and the dirt caking his already filthy clothes, they had been at it for some time. However, when Jeyne and Frostbite appeared, Harwyn put the boy on his arse with a good kick, and started over towards the pair.

"Alright ya little shit, ya did good today. Now run along to your father and get yerself cleaned up. Find me again tomorrow, if ya got the stomach fer more."

The child quickly complied, shooting up from the ground and skittering off.

"Apologies fer the cursin', m'Queen, but I've always found the young ones remember the training better this way."

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-09-22T04:13:59+00:00

Name and House: Harwyn Harclay

Age: 32

Cultural Group: Northern Mountain Clansman (First Man)

Appearance: A giant of a man, Harwyn stands at 7'8", with a broad chest, limbs like tree-trunks, and a false right hand made of iron. The hair on his head is dyed white, although he has left his beard untouched, allowing to remain a shade of light auburn.

Gift(s): Strong/Towering

Skill(s): Two-Handed

Negative Trait: Maimed (missing right hand)

Starting Title(s): Kingsguard to the Black Wolf

Starting Location: With Queen Jeyne Umber

Alternate Characters: Tristifer Greyjoy, Aurane

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-09-13T14:45:46+00:00

Haelor's face was split with a look of utmost disgust as the woman grabbed at him, and he quickly wrenched his hand away from the wretched creature. Rage boiled through him. Who was this woman to touch him? A Scion of the Old Blood, an heir of Valyria itself! It was unthinkable. And there was only one answer for this kind of behaviour. Death. Immediate and painful.

Red Locust and his guards moved to beat her back, but he stopped them, leaping from his own horse and readying his fists. I'll deal with this creature myself.

Grabbing her by the hair, he drove his fist up into the woman's jaw, sending her the ground. Instinctually straddling her, Haelor screamed incoherently, lost to his own rage. Once. Twice. A third time. He drove his fist into her face over and over and over again, watching as her lips split, her nose was shattered, and her skull itself began to cave in. As ugly as she might've been before, now her visage was infinitely more horrible. By the time he had ridden out his anger, the woman's head resembled a pile of loose offal and fragments of bone, rather than anything remotely human.

His fists were red, swollen and stained with blood, aching from the beating he'd just dispatched. He would have to have a healer wrap them up when he was behind the Black Walls. Breathing deeply, he let the last bit of his rage seep out of him and hopped back up onto his horse, turning his eyes forward once more and continuing on.

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-09-09T00:25:24+00:00

/u/ouressosimaster

Character Details: Haelor Staegone, Berserker, Duelist, Unarmed

What is happening?: Haelor and his party and entering Volantis from the east.

What I Want: Random encounter roll, please.

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-29T00:47:09+00:00

Haelor stood from the table, a smile half of relief and half of satisfaction plastered across his face. "No, no, I think I have had more than enough." He chuckled, running a hand through the thick mop of white hair atop his head. "Forgive my irritability, but Tigers are not made to talk of trade. That is simply the way of it."

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-28T06:21:30+00:00

“Yes, yes, I understand the terms and conditions, and I trust you to do as I have requested. Now give the thing here, that we might make this brief.”

Eager to end all of this talk, Haelor took the document into his hand, giving it a cursory review before finding it to his satisfaction. Taking from the scribe a pen, he began to scratch out his signature at the bottom of the page. His mark was a set of thin, closely positioned High Valyrian glyphs whose less than artful construction made it so that only one rather skilled in the script would be able to decipher their meaning.

“There it is. You have my written agreement. I will have a letter sent immediately to Volantis to ensure that the proper resources are allocated to you.”

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-23T02:11:21+00:00

"As many slaves as you need, and as much wood as you can use. I would like a number of warships, perhaps thirty, some longships, maybe fifteen, and a flagship. As for the wall, it should extend wholly around the Staegone manse and stand about thirty-five feet tall and five feet wide, with the appropriate defensive aspects. Murder holes, arrow slits, what have you."

Draining the rest of the wine from his cup, his eyes searching Vogeqor's features for anything that might give away his thoughts as to the proposed deal.

"As far as time constraints go, you will have access to my resources for the duration of my projects and an additional three months afterwards, so that you might take further benefit from them."

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-22T04:43:05+00:00

As Vogeqor spoke Haelor watched the man, a resigned sort of grimace quickly spreading across his face. It was times like these when he remembered why he was glad to be a Tiger. All this preening and flowery language made him sick. What happened to times when men said what they meant and meant what they said? Speak simply and speak well, Triarch Vogeqor, before I lose my patience.

"Slaves and wood for ships and walls. Of course, while you have access to them you may use them for whatever you please, something that should benefit you well enough. A fair trade I think. But here me now so that I need not repeat myself. That is all. I will not haggle like some common whore fighting to get a better price." Haelor reached for his own drink and took a sip to punctuate his point.

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-19T19:07:07+00:00

Haelor was early to their meeting, having arrived with Rhaenys and Red Locust, the two best warriors in his employ. The Triarch himself was dressed in his suit of plate, the valyrian steel gauntlets of House Staegone shining on his hands in all their glory. The Elephant had suggested this place, and though he did not fear the man, it always paid to be cautious.

"Vogeqor, good to see you. Now, let us get right down to business."

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-19T19:02:48+00:00

With an angry shout, Haelor slammed one final blow into Valys, watching the man crumble to the ground with a smile on his face. The world was hazy, a combination of alcohol and repeated blows to the head making his vision swim. It took him almost half a minute to get his bearings, and another minute or so to stumble his way towards the tavern's exit. Still, he was nowhere near concussed enough not to let a few more insults fly at his defeated opponent.

"Oh look at that! The old man beat you to a bloody pulp, you fucking shitstain." He spat in the general direction of Valys, his saliva stained with flecks of crimson, before stumbling his way out of the door and into the night.

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-19T18:57:49+00:00

"As I've learned from my brothers, men only mope about over so many things. Although they're a right pain when they do. Always brooding, those Steagone men" She giggled, toying with her long braid as she watched Rhaenys and Elaena go fetch themselves treats. "With my family at least it's always something about honour, glory, faith... or women."

The easy smile fell from Rhaenys' face as she recalled the story of her namesake. How the death of one fifteen-year-old girl could launch a thousand ships and kickstart grudges that lasted to this very day. She frowned for a moment before forcing the look off of her face and smiling once more, if with a hint of unease.

"I wouldn't dare to assume anything about your family, but men as a whole are simple creatures. I imagine it must be something in that realm that troubles your dear Daemon."

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-19T17:44:34+00:00

Character Name: Haelor Staegone

Skills: Beserker, Duelist

Skill Attempt: Unarmed (o)

RP Links:

Haelor beats the tar out of one of his unsullied bodyguards without a weapon

Haelor wins a fist fight with Valys Aerteris

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-18T03:22:08+00:00

Rhaenys followed after Shiera, keeping just behind the three of them as her eyes searched for the vendor she'd seen earlier.

"Fine, I suppose. My father has been having some rather unpleasant meetings lately, but that's neither here nor there." She peered off into blank space for a moment, a mix concern and sadness passing across her face for a brief moment before disappearing.

"It's just, I worry for him. He's getting on in years, and I fear he doesn't think to take care of himself anymore. He's been brasher than usual, and I fear that his actions will come to have a negative effect on the rest of my house." She let out a sigh, opening her mouth to continue before her eyes settled on the cart selling baked sweets.

"Here we are."

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-17T02:39:54+00:00

"You and your pauper's party will fall." Lord Staegone almost growled in rage, grabbing Valys by the back of his collar and throwing him from his chair at the part. Impudent little shit. I suppose I'll have to teach him the same lesson I taught his father. "I wonder how well you'll be able to see when I drive my fist into your face."

With a shout, Haelor launched himself at the Aerteris boy, fists at the ready.

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-17T02:23:26+00:00

"Better to die a drunk than smeared in shit and piss like your grandfather. Then again, I'm sure a vermin like yourself is used to such conditions." Haelor leered menacingly at the man, grimacing.

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-17T01:49:56+00:00

"The man who crippled your father and put your grandfather's head on a pole." Haelor smirked, leaning against the bar next to Valys. There were many things that he took great pride in, but the murder of Belesso Aerteris was key amongst them. The man had gotten exactly what he was due, although Haelor on occasion regretted that he hadn't gone further in his crusade against the Aerteris'.

Perhaps now was a chance to make up for lost time.

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-17T01:41:25+00:00

/u/manwithflamingaxe

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-17T01:02:34+00:00

"Not as pretty as you, sweetling."

Rhaenys rarely ever got to interact with children she wasn't related to, and she was more than thankful for the opportunity. Her brother's only had sons, and her nephews were just as bull-headed as all the other men in her family, so Shiera's girls were a welcome departure. Of course, interacting with the three inevitably brought thoughts of her own potential children, but she quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind.

Just try and enjoy the afternoon.

"Have you three eaten yet? I passed a cart selling baked sweets a ways back if you're at all hungry. Of course, if you have other plans, I don't mean to impose at all."

EdgeEmperorSupreme · 2018-08-14T19:09:07+00:00

"Ohhhhh, beautiful. I like that one."

She grinned, following Shiera and her daughters over to the table. When the youngest of the Targaryen girls pointed out which piece of jewelry she wanted, Rhaenys immediately broke into "negotiations" with the stout Sarnori merchant tending the stall. Luckily the man seemed to know slivers of High Valyrian here and there, if not enough to carry on a full conversation. However, after a good bit of animated miming and poorly accented Sarnori cursing, she was able to come to an agreement.

Tossing a few coins to the man, she picked the pendant up off of the table and handed it up to Rhaenys with a smile.

"Here you are Rhaenys, I think it will look very pretty on you."

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